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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
 Posted - 17 Mar 2009 : 01:50:00
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Its too cold in Kolda
There the chill rises
From below ground
Bonfires blaze to warm
Yet the youth roam
The streets chasing
The elusive dames of the night
Its too hot in Kolda
No breeze blows
Heat from the rocks
Burn the bush
Ah the jungle is ablaze
Running wild creatures
Try to escape certain death
But down by the sea in Bakau
Cape point hosts a cool breeze
Randy tourists scour sprawling bars
Drinking and crawling on chickhen legs
Whilst mosquitoes feast on their exposed limbs
Rumours had it that they prefer toubab blood
As for us sons of the soil
They make us suffer fevers
Causing us to sweat
As much as those in hot Kolda
Tambakunda is too far away
yet the drums beating a message
Can be clearly heard
At the bantaba in Kartong
The news good or bad
Travels across rivers and streams
Needing no canoe
For the passage
The mystical hyaena
Roams nine sleepy bantabas
Meeting sunrise at the tenth
Those who sleep through the night
Blaming their misfortune on fate
Harkened not the sage
Trusting luck will come
Without trying to earn their keep
It has come and gone away
Whilst they slept and dreamed
All that they get is fantasy
The boat having left the port
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